Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

Cry For Help

*Rose*

Why? Why is this happening to me? Who is trying to hurt me so much? I try to do good for once and this is what I get in return. Everything was fine until I showed up for rehearsals. I was the only one who was there, besides my lawyer and a detective. I remember it so clearly.

Saturday afternoon
"Where the hell is everyone? John? Audrey? Hello?! Bradley? What are you doing here?"

"Hello Rose, this is Detective Jameson, he works for the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

The FBI ? What the fuck ?

"Um, hello Detective." He nods his head.

"Miss De La Fuente, I'm here because I have a warrant for your arrest, now if you cooperate, there will be no need to take you in tonight, if you don't cooperate," he takes out a pair of handcuffs, "I'll be forced to detain you and have no other choice but to put you in jail."

I nod my head and sit down, and Bradley looks over folders before speaking.

"Rose, I know we had settled the first count of accusations almost two months ago and you were good at staying out of the spotlight, but new reports have come up late last night saying that you embezzled money from the Miami concert stop and the Atlanta concert stop. There's a contract in which you signed that states whatever total the ticket sales come to, you'll get a 15 percent EXTRA on top of what you're already getting, this was a secret contract that had apparently fallen into the wrong hands. My hands are tied at this moment, unless you can prove that you're innocent in this, which is pretty hard to prove since the proof in right here, then you'll have to go to trial and you may lose everything this time."

I was frozen, I couldn't believe what was happening right now. I never signed a contract stating that! I always look through my contracts no matter what. Somebody must've forged my name or something.

"I didn't embezzle anything, I have enough money as it is why would I comprise my career for some pocket change? I swear on everything I didn't sign any papers stating that." I huff.

Bradley hands my a paper and I snatch it, earning a warning look from Detective Jameson. I look over the paper and see my name, clear as day on the dotted line. It wasn't xeroxed, it wasn't altered, it was my name. Dated on May 25th, 1985.

"Now as of right now we've froze all of your bank accounts, and you're ordered to go back to New York as soon as possible. If you do not head back to New York or use any of your credit cards we will find out and you will be put in jail until we start the trial, and god knows when the trial will start." Bradley says.

Tears prickling my eyes, I nod my head and start to get up, but I'm stopped by Jameson again.

"Hold on there, I'll be escorting you to your house so you can get your things, and I'll be taking you to the airport so I'll make sure you're on the plane to New York."

I turn, my anger rising, I couldn't hold it anymore. "You mean to tell me I have to leave tonight? What the fuck?! I'm going to leave when I want to, not on your time bastard!"

Jameson then grabs my arms and puts them behind my back, then with a swift motion he handcuffs me, making sure that they're on tight. This ain't the first time I've been in this position so it didn't hurt to me.

"Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, either way you're going to be in these handcuffs. So, are we going to jail? Or are we getting your shit and leaving?"

"My house." I mumble. He then walks me outside to the car and places me in it, and drives off towards my apartment so I can get my things.

As soon as I get my things I'm charted off to the airport, then I'm back in New York where the rest of my hell can begin...